Old roads with rough-cut fences,
leaning with prominent winds.
‘n dust mouthed ‘n dry we whispered i love yous,
‘n ain’t it, ain’t it just like them old roads,
to get you so, so lost.
But darlin’ maybe I just ain’t cut out for all this travel.
Got me a good book ‘n this dog that won’t stop sittin’ on my lap.
Maybe there ain’t room in that, for anyone.
